Tom Riddle lay awake in bed on a cold winter's night. His hands behind his head, he stared out of the window, the thin black lining covering the window gave an eerie look to the room as the bright moon shone through. He was thinking of all of the things he wanted to accomplish. How he'd started, how he would create an army... her. She was an army enough; deadly, a serial killer, a psychopath, sociopath, his black rose.
The woman drove him half mad sometimes, she was attached to him, but he'd teach her a thing or two. She would never get too close though she'd try and she came out with the most absurd but brilliant of ideas. Ways of getting what they wanted. She was mad, nothing scared her. Nothing but him; he terrified her, he was her nightmare but her dream, she adored him and it didn't matter how often he broke her, she belonged to him.
Standing and pacing his darkened room, his pale skin illuminated in the incandescent moonlight, he sighed to himself, long fingers interlinked behind his back, he paused to stare out of the balcony window, looking down to the grounds of the Riddle manor, looking at the well manicured lawns. He'd killed the several muggles his filthy muggle father had here as his servants, bought and replaced them with elves he had bought from his friend, Caractacus Burke.
With much thought, he concentrated for a mere moment before sending a burning to just her. She would know where to meet him, she always did.
He pulled his robe over his naked body and dissaparated with no noise. She was already there, her hair a little messy and eye-make up slightly smudged, she'd clearly been asleep. She was in a rather short black and clinging night dress with her slytherin robe over. He made no suggestion that she could move forward, simply linked his long fingers together in front of him.
She bowed low, enough so her hair was almost grazing the floor. Inwardly smirking, he cleared his throat, "Rise." He said his eyes on her. She obeyed immediately but didn't speak, "Do you know why I've bought you here, Bellatrix?"
She shook her head in response, only knowing that it clearly wasn't for something good, he didn't use her pet name. Her heart sank a little, damn, she thought, here she was, hoping she was called in for something good.
"Oh my darling, you look disappointed," he spat sarcastically as he strode towards her, "tell me, Bella, does it upset you knowing I will never love you? Does it hurt to know that no matter how much you want me to love you; I will never feel for you. Tell me how it makes you feel. Sad? Do you want to cry? Do you want to hurt me?"
"Never my lord!" she said quickly to the last, why he was asking her this, she didn't know, she quietened as he stood right in front of her, he was taller, but only by a few inches. She gulped, restraining tears from coming to her eyes, not quite knowing what to say to him.
"I can hurt you, Bellatrix, I could kill you right now." He said quietly, he himself uncertain why he was telling her this. It was something she already knew, "I want you to feel pain, Bellatrix."
She licked her lips, something she did when she was nervous. He was so sudden, sometimes so sweet but he broke her with his knuckles, tortured her till she begged. He was something to be scared of yet he satisfied her so well. But he didn't care for her satisfaction, she was there for his and only his, an object, something to use. She was impossible and he didn't know what to do with her, so he did what he was best at; he broke her, ruined her, made her bleed for him.
"I know my lord," she said in barely a whisper, she didn't dare to look him in the eyes, she was far too terrified, but that's what he wanted, he got off on fear, especially hers.
"Do you?" he asked quietly, hissing at her as he fiercely gripped her arms and pulled her closer, "Do you really know, Bellatrix? How much pain and suffering I could cause you?"
"Yes, my Lord," she choked out, not daring to look him in the eyes, "I do."
"I don't think you do know... but that's no problem... I can show you." He smirked, a malicious, blood thirsty look as his grip momentarily tightened before he dissaparated back to his manor, his room.
His instant reaction was to throw her down on his bed. She barely flinched though the fear was imminent as she hit the silk sheets and realised where she was.
His feelings were mixed about the young witch; he wasn't sure what he wanted with her. He liked hurting her but he loved the look of inexplicable pleasure when he was fucking her brains out and making her scream like a whore for more.
"Please master," she moved back, bringing her legs up as if she would shield herself from him, moving back on his bed, attempting to get to the other side, "I know who I belong to, I know what you can do to me master, please! I don't need reminding master!"
"Oh but you do Bellatrix, you belong to me and I don't think you know that yet." He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust as his hands moved to grip her wand and throw it aside before he pulled her back to him by her thighs, his nails momentarily digging in to her, eliciting a mewl. She was slender, small, and not able to defend herself. She was nowhere near physically strong enough to even hurt him the slightest bit, but the bitch had nails and damn they hurt when she sunk them in to his back. Yet again, another thing he got off on. Her power. How she could rake her nails in to him, take a slap, draw blood from him, writhe in agony and sheer delight beneath him and look so damn good doing it.
"Master I-" she began but he cut her off with a sickeningly hard slap, that would certainly leave a bruise, but every mark he gave her, she proudly wore on her porcelain skin as if they were rewards, lovebites or kisses.
"You must only speak when spoken to, Bellatrix, learn your place!" he bellowed as he hit her again, hard across the cheek, causing her to gasp in pain and shrink back in fear of him. No man hit her like he did, no one treated her like an object, like a whore to just use and throw aside but she wouldn't ever return to a man who did that to her, all for him, everything was for him.
"F-forgive m-" she started but he cut her off with yet another slap, this time he was sure he broke something as she almost screamed in pain. Her lip cut and bleeding, she choked on the crimson liquid but said no more; tears ran down her cheeks, what was he doing? She had no idea.
"Carry on and I'll have you dead within the hour." His voice was vicious but quiet, it terrified her when he was like this, he could kill her and she had been close to it several times. Close to dying at his hand.
Her breath shook as she drew it in, her eyes wide with fear; she gulped and said nothing as he moved away from her, "This is my father's manor," He said quietly as he stood at the window, "he died when I was 16, or should I say, he was murdered," he stopped to chuckle darkly, "how sad, how pathetic, to die by your own child's hand."
"He was a muggle," he continued as he turned to her, his shadow long and dark in room, he watched her eyes widen slightly before she retracted her gaze, still on his bed, still bleeding from where he had hit her, "Yes, that's right Bellatrix, you and I both know what that makes me. But I can trust you not to say anything, can't I?"
She nodded quickly as she looked back up at him; her tear stained eyes wide and scared. She wouldn't dare to say anything against him but she wouldn't dare say anything to anyone. He was unsure why he was telling her this as she was confused as well.
He walked back to her, standing in front of her, she moved to him cautiously, her eyes scared but desperate to know more. Crawling closer to him on his bed as he stood at the end of the four poster dark bed, she knelt up on her knees and tilted her head slightly, she wouldn't question his motives as to what exactly he was telling her this for but her hands moved to his robe, cautiously, he growled slightly, causing her to hesitate for just a moment. But he said nothing, didn't stop her as she reached for him, her hand running along his hard chest. He said nothing as he wiped the blood from her lip with his thumb, not making any move to be gentle or cautious about hurting her, in fact, if anything, he pressed just a little harder on the cut yet she made no noise, but simply furrowed her eyebrows ever so slightly in slight pain. Her robe had slipped past her shoulders, revealing bite marks from just a few days ago, slowly fading.
With little warning he suddenly gripped her arms and threw her back on to the bed. She gasped as she hit the mattress but said nothing. She watched him move above her and bit her lower lip, not caring if it hurt her with the cut on her lower lip but taking in more crimson liquid and swallowing it. He tugged up her night dress the little more it needed to go before pulling her to sit up and pulling off the dress completely with little regard, leaving her clad in her panties.
He hardened at the sight of her, but she was for his pleasure, not he for hers. Didn't stop her from moaning like a bitch in heat. She shivered as the cool air hit her naked body, perfectly slim, her high hips giving her more curve. He pulled himself free from his robes, dropping it alongside her robe and dress on the floor in a pile but gripped her wrists roughly in his hand before she had a chance to touch his body. He spread her legs with his one hand, momentarily rubbing his fingers over her clit, making her mewl like a kitten in pleasure.
With sudden force and slight disregard for her pleasure, he forced himself in to her wet core, making her squirm and try and free her wrists. She wanted to touch him, feel his body as she so loved to do, but she would never say it.
"Do you want to touch me?" he hissed at her, his eyes on hers as he pushed his entire length deep in to her, to the hilt, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure as she nodded, "You're for /my/ pleasure, Bellatrix, I own you, I can do what I want with you, not the other way around what was I telling you about learning your place mia Bella?"
"Master please..." she struggled but his hold didn't let up. He started slow as he always did with her, enjoying the feeling of just how tight she was around his thick length, only making her more desperate to touch him, feel his muscles and how strong, how powerful he was, "please."
His free hand roughly fondled her round breasts, one after the other, pinching her nipples, wanting her to beg. He drew his length out of her and hissed in her ear, "beg," he hissed as he slammed his length back in to her, hitting his hips to hers in the process, making her throw her head back and struggle against his strong hold, "beg me and I might let you touch me, pathetic excuse of a witch, beg like the whore you are."
Obeying with little care of the cruel words he spat at her, she moaned loudly as he started moving in sharp strokes.
"Please master," she cried between moans, arching her chest to him, giving him a perfect view and hold on her pert breasts, "Please, I beg of you my lord, please!"
Her pleading had him chuckling, he let go of her wrists after what must've felt like forever to her to which she immediately clung on to his shoulders, her hands moving to rake her nails in to his back as he picked up a hard, fast pace to slam his hips to hers, not giving her a chance to warm up to his brutal movements causing her to almost hit the head of his bed.
His hands remained by the sides of her head as he flipped his hair that hung loosely in front of his face back and kept up his treatment of her. He gripped a handful of her hair, causing her to hiss between loud moans to which he smirked ever so slightly and rammed harder in to her, hard enough to make the bitch bleed, that was. He yanked on her hair, forcing her to look at him.
"Look at me when I'm fucking you, learn who you belong to, Bellatrix." He jeered, spitting the cruel words with no show of remorse. His ice blue eyes glanced over her body, her perfect, tight, smooth body. His breath heavy and hers to match, he gripped her hair tightly for a moment more before slapping her out of the blue, any excuse to hurt her he took but he just loved to hear her mewl and hiss. His hand moved to her throat to press on and choke her. He wanted to watch her near passing out. Holding the pillow in the other hand, his thrusts in to her hot wet core only increased in speed as he rammed her brutally, gripping her throat hard, making her cough between moans and her nails to sink harder in to his back, drawing crimson lines in to him with her sharp long nails.
He grunted as he neared his climax and her moans only got increasingly louder before he leant down to her and bit at her, setting a set of teeth marks in the nape of her neck, letting go of her throat when he knew she was about to faint. She hissed but tightened her legs around his waist, dizzy and close to her climax, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him and mewling as he bit at it, leaving several sets of teeth marks. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck and she couldn't help it, she practically screamed in pleasure, certain her voice echoed throughout the empty manor. Feeling her sweet juices on his thick length also pushed him over the edge and with a few final brutally rough thrusts, he too came, filling her up with his thick seed.
He collapsed on top of her, letting go of the pillow and not caring much that she was rather small in comparison to his muscle and weight. He lay above her for a moment more before getting up and moving off her to pull his robes back on again.
Bellatrix remained in his bed, she didn't want to leave, didn't want to get up from the comfort of his bed, it smelt like him, his body, his aura. It was where he lay every night, where he dreamt.
"Must I leave?" she asked quietly, not daring to test him but sitting up and pulling the silk sheets up to cover her naked body.
He paused a moment, then shook his head, "You're not going back to Hogwarts, there's someone I want you to meet first. He's been wanting to for some time now."
"May I ask who, master?" she asked timidly as she pulled on her dress, there was little point putting her panties on, they were torn anyway but she pulled the floor length, emerald green, silk robe over her body and stood, picking her wand up.
"Caractacus Burke."